Post by rac00nn on Oct 12, 2011 7:16:54 GMT -5
LUCA FELIX DICAPRIO
The morning light rays battled to get underneath the blinds, at every possible opportunity the light filtered into Luca’s room; he groaned his tanned body laying in his super king bed. He sighed there was no chance of him getting back to the deep sleep he had previously had, He got up his trackies hanging low on his hips his torso bare, he wasn't the most muscular boy but his stomach was getting there. He smiled his floppy brown hair; flipped over his forehead he pushed a hand through his hair. He walked towards his bathroom, turning the shower on; the pelting water down to the floor, the noise was so relaxing. Stripping off he got into the shower, the warm water flowing over his body, he loved it.
Several minutes after he got out, he walked into his room, he shared his penthouse with no one so walking naked to his room wasn't an issue, he chuckled at his thoughts. Opening his wardrobe he pulled out some navy chinos, Calvin Klein pants, a white sweatshirt jumper type thing, and he pulled them on, looking at his hair in the mirror, it never went right, whoa what a feminine thought. He brushed the knots out of his hair, and plugged in his sisters hair dryer, it was pink, so not Luca's colour he grimaced at it, but he had to dry his hair.
Soon enough his hair was dry, pulling out his blackberry he knew he had to do some research at collage; he'd better head for the library. Pulling on some brown boat shoes, he grabbed his leather satchel bag, he had the majority of his stuff in his art classroom, he shoved his phone into his pocket, grabbing his car keys and heading out of the door. There in his driveway was his lotus, its dark gray colouring was beautiful and its leather interior was so comfy, he was lucky to of came from such a wealthy background he guessed. Putting the keys in the engine the lotus’ growl comforted him, and he headed towards the academy.
Arriving in a short amount of time he parked up and walked towards the library, keeping his blue eyes focused on where he was going, he knew the corridors pretty well it was his first year so he was pretty much the baby of the year groups, he wasn’t surprised they found the little ones annoying, yet he was friends with the older years, they all seemed pretty nice.
He walked into the library the smell of musty books filled his nasals, the oak of the book shelves line upon line of books filled the area, he bit his lip where to start. Walking towards the art part, he looked for DaVinci; one of his favourite artists’s that he wanted to interrupt his art for one of his school work pieces - on his favourite artist. He picked up a red book and walked towards a sofa and began to turn the pages, reading the words that had been written in such an unfamiliar language.
He looked around, wishing he could of been at a party instead of doing dull schoolwork, he didn’t recognise any faces.
words• 535
outfit• yet to make it.
notes• i'm so rusty and sorry for just boringly dragging on the start.
photo• click it